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he’d recognized the hunger and need in her eyes—something he knew all too well.
    Earlier, he’d opened his front door to a vision. In the years they’d been separated, she’d filled out more. His mouth had watered at her generous new curves. She’d grown out of the spiky short hair cut and sloppy clothes she’d worn in college and into an incredibly sensual woman who screamed sex with a flash of her baby blues and the tilt of her hip.
    For years, he’d shared an apartment with her and they’d taken care of each other in every domestic way but one. How he’d managed to successfully hide how hard she’d kept him he had no idea. When they’d snuggled together to enjoy nights in, she’d always smelled like fresh summer rain—part sweet from her body wash with the undeniable earthy undertone of a blossoming woman. She’d been so young and innocent back then, and he hadn’t been ready to tell her about his darker side he suspected wasn’t going away.
    None of that had kept her from his dreams though. Where thoughts of touching her, kissing her and tasting every inch of her until she fell limp and satisfied, consumed him. His chest tightened at the feelings the remembered dreams stirred.
    More important though were the tell-tale signs he’d picked up in their last phone conversation. She had done her best to sound upbeat, but he’d been trained to recognize even the slightest distress—the catch in her throat, the loneliness in her voice she tried to hide and her sudden decision to leave New York, a city he thought she loved. He’d had to tamp down the fierce possessiveness that had flooded through him. The need to go to her had nearly overwhelmed him. She needed someone to care for her whether she realized it or not.
    And now she was here.
    His cock throbbed mercilessly in his pants. He’d wanted to get himself under control, but thoughts of her had the opposite reaction. Now, he felt like a young teenager with no experience.
    Toys. He’d gather a few items to use in her first lesson and rejoin her. The need that flowed between them was undeniable, and Dom and submissive or not, the time for waiting was over.
    * * * *
    Riley had disappeared through the door, and Jenn had practically torn her blouse to get it off. Her skin had become so sensitized that even the fabric rubbing over her was too much.
    Every muscle tensed and throbbed as she waited for him. She’d never been so aroused or needy in her life, and she couldn’t handle it. It didn’t even faze her that she stood in an empty room half naked. At this point, she’d have preferred it if he’d requested full nudity. The black lace bra and panty set might look nice, but her tight nipples needed to be free. Not to mention, the panties had gone beyond damp to soaking wet a long time ago.
    The urge to masturbate increased tenfold with every passing moment. She no longer had a reasonable concept for how long she stood there waiting. It could have been three minutes or thirty minutes for all she knew. Her brain focused intensely on the pulse in her clit and the ache of her heavy breasts.
    With little thought to what Riley would want, Jenn reached inside her underwear and rubbed across her aching nub. Shocks of pleasure spiked through her heated sex almost painfully. Her finger massaged the wanting flesh as she felt the beginning build up of a release. Yes, if she could come she’d be able to focus on whatever Riley needed without distraction.
    “What are you doing?”
    Jenn gasped and jerked her hand free of the lace panties. Oh God. He’d caught her trying to pleasure herself.
    “I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.” His lips were set in a firm disapproving line.
    “I…uh…I’m sorry, Riley. God, this is so embarrassing. I can’t stand here and talk about this with you.”
    “That’s exactly what you’re going to do. I don’t care if you’re embarrassed as much as I care about you being able to answer my questions and talk